Fiends Like Pigeons

[Chorus: Flaire]

Me want what me want in me pocket
I see what me want in your wallet
Simple, me mask up with cocked pistol
Damn this greed make me oh so sinful
Me fall down and me fall again
Me design is meek out of 10
Me fall victim to the old shadows
Light behind me, me fall to shallows

[Verse 1: Chris Allen]
I still got some women on the west side
And brothers doing bids over dead guys
Now Im staying somewhere near bed-stuy
You could meet me if you wanna live your best life
She don’t wanna hear it if it ain’t right
But shit I come alive after midnight
The world ain’t ready for the wave, whoah
Get it then I split it with my kin-folk
I was slippin on my pimpin, now the wrist getting strong
Left hand crossing like Christ Paul
Ain’t no critic or no writer that could piss me off
Thought I’d never get it but I still, ball
Shit Im Odell in 4th, I’m a wall in the snow
Jordan with the ball, she got pollen on her nose
Lifted in this bitch, swear I’m T’d up from the flo
You want passion here it go
I was waitin’ at the door

[Chorus: Flaire]
Me want what me want in me pocket
I see what me want in your wallet
Simple, me mask up with cocked pistol
Damn this greed make me oh so sinful
Me fall down and me fall again
Me design is meek out of 10
Me fall victim to the old shadows
Light behind me, me fall to shallows

[Verse 2: Hanz]
Go head roll that kush out on my fuji 400
Nah nah nah I’ll abstain but do your forest, go run it
And I’ll pull up back ‘round til it sound like steel
I know the hooptie, it be rented, but the niggas up in it be real
So um, please turn down the wildin’
Maybe one day you gone let me pop that cherry on the virgin islands
You got me singing like bootsy collins
I’d rather be with you oo
Bitch, you know that ain’t true oo
Why even try teething on that
She trying to be a star, not every moment for the kodak tho
Jump ups jumping off when i throw that rope
Bitches on my back since bike pegs and summer spokes
Some us know, some us don’t
When it comes to being real
Some us will, some us won’t
I cannot control the last page of this shit
And you cannot control when Im paging your bitch
Im off

[Chorus: Flaire]

Me want what me want in me pocket
I see what me want in your wallet
Simple, me mask up with cocked pistol
Damn this greed make me oh so sinful
Me fall down and me fall again
Me design is meek out of 10
Me fall victim to the old shadows
Light behind me, me fall to shallows

[Skit: Cardi B]
Like you know uhh its not true
Every black man has a big dick, not every black man has a big dick
Thats a lie
But so far every Haitian nigga like they dick
That shit be swangin! ah- ah